“Stay here. Tell me what’s wrong.” The angel of beauty stared up at his Father, a little fear in his eyes, becoming crescents as he squinted in the light of Him. Surely, the Lord already knew; why would He ask Lucifer to expose himself? “In my dreams,” Lucifer said, still, basking in the lingering touch of the Lord and the memory of His compassion, “there is a beast. Each time I sleep, it comes to me, Father. It settles itself over my head, and takes my hands, and makes them take other creatures so that I can eat their flesh.” A short, pained yelp shot out from Lucifer’s mouth as a burst of
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